Perfectly Screwed Up

Chapter 3

December 20, 2012

"Catheryn, you have to get up now!" my mom yells from downstairs.  I drearily open my eyes.  My clock is flashing 12:02.  I sleep way too much over school breaks.  

She notices me not coming downstairs yet and bribes me,"No breakfast if you don't get up!"

"I'm coming," I say perking up.

"I thought so."

I walk over to my dresser, get a hair tie and pull my blonde hair into a messy pony tail.  I put in a hot pink stretchy headband to keep my bangs back.  I was still wearing my pajamas - a black sports bra and zebra print track shorts.  Searching through my messy drawers, I finally found my 8th grade volleyball warm up and I pulled on a pair of grey sweatpants.  After putting two random socks, I went down the two flights of stairs to the kitchen.  

"I'm glad someone finally decided to get up," my dad jokes.

"Ha ha, real funny," I sarcastically say back, "What's for breakfast?"

"You mean lunch?" My mom corrects.

"Same thing," I mumble with a cough.

"Goetta, eggs, toast, fruit, orange juice, milk, what sounds good?" my mom suggested.

"Goetta, toast, and a glass of milk please," I told my mom.  She served me today.  And only today.  The first day of Spring, summer, Christmas, and fall break, she makes me breakfast, does my laundry (I do my own laundry), cleans for me, sometimes takes me shopping, and take my friends and I to places.

 "Thank you very much," I say as she sets my plate down in front of me.

"Well, I've got some business to finish at church and then a meeting at 3:30, I'll be back as soon as I can, dear," he says finishing up his cup of coffee and kissing my mom on the cheek.

"Bye, dad!" I say coughing again.

"Bye, Cat," he says pulling the door closed behind him.

"Catheryn, are you feeling alright.  You're coughing again."

"No, just the weather change," I tell her, but I end coughing again.

I finished my delicious breakfast at 12:35 and thanked my mother once again.

"So, what are we gonna do today?" I ask myself as I close my bedroom door.  It's a rainy day.  Gloomy, depressing, sad, and grey.  There isn't much to do on these kinds of days.

My phone went off loudly from somewhere in my room.  I started searching for it.  It was underneath a few blankets that had ended up under my bed.  

The screen read:

12:47

12:30 JORDAN :D : hey cat i wante...

11:22 Eileen : busy today? i w...

10:22 Eileen : you awake ye...

10:15 Eli : hey cather...

9:58 JORDAN :D : good mornin...

2:36 Eli : happy two o'c... 

I read through the entire messages.

Eli's first text at 2:30 was wishing me a happy 'two o'clock AM.' 

Jordan sent me a good morning text.

Eli was planning a trip to the movies to see some scary movie with me, Eileen, Jordan, and himself.

Eileen was wondering if I could go to the mall with her later today.